(Brooker)The search is over, the battle doneThe fish is beaten, the angler's wonBut simple stories make longer talesNo consolation if he had failedThrough wind and desert, Blackberry HoleCoyote and rattler had made him oldNo it ain't easy, it's on the borderlineBetween health and madness, the way he bides his timeFin to fin in every log-jamThis is where they lieThe Deschutes is hot, the bottom's blackThey're eye-to-eyeMy oh my what fun to be on your ownDown foaming rapids into the deep black holeThrough thorns and rockslides for to reach his goalAnd golden chances, he let them slip awayOr was he waiting for the Judgement Day?They really nailed 'em on the deadlineThis is where they lieWhere the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eyeMy oh my what fun to be on your ownBut on the thirteenth morning when the sun was highHe tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tightTwo spirits fighting, two creatures boldBad luck and trouble had finally lost their holdFin to fin in every log-jamThis is where they lieThe Deschutes is hot, the bottom's blackThey're eye-to-eyeI see why he spend his time on his own